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That a longing of hers should be realized in this strange fashion was difficult to believe: it vaguely suggested something of a trap. He threw her on the bed. But I expect him back every minute. The next page was a drawing that she had made in pen and ink of his face, or what she had remembered of it. " "He must," exclaimed Jack, hastily; "but only let me have it till to-morrow, and if I don't entrap him in a snare from which, with all his cunning, he shall find it difficult to escape, my name's not Jack Sheppard. "He is," returned Quilt, significantly. Her complexion was wan and faded, except where it was tinged by a slight hectic flush, that made the want of colour more palpable; her eyes were large and black, but heavy and lustreless; her cheeks sunken; her frame emaciated; her dark hair thickly scattered with gray. There was no mistaking his intentions this time. " "Follow me, then," cried Thames, drawing his sword, and springing through the window.
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